Watching the paint dry on the wall
Trapped little spider trying to crawl
bound by cementing surfaces
can't free my arms to shade my eyes

Following shadows around the room
Diana's garment filles the tomb
The scavengers wait patiently
wait for the dark to fall on me

Send me a hacksaw to escape
this bedridden body, this empty shape
Ivy, my love, nurse me whole
Ivy, my love, heal a soal

I feel so tired of being
drunk on placebos and feeling
every nerve still screaming:
“taste of your own medicin”

Who's going to notice if I take
more of the 'killers than it takes
Just give me sweet dreams, whatever it takes
give me sweet dreams, whatever it takes away


Down into rapture
Consumed by a friend-like flame
Drown in shallow water
Bound by my own escape
Seven times it hits me
Once for every closed eye
Here we all smoulder
Here we all feel why…